Temptation

Chapter two: Revival


Nearly a millenium has past sense the angels fell from heaven, Lucifer long ago sealed away Toriel in fear of his growing power. However, before he died Tora had three children, two boys and girl. From them the demons weilding the power of fire grew strong in number. We come to Modern Day, in a small Tavern just outside of a large city a young demon sits. His name is Dallas, his long black hair flows infront of deep blue eyes. He is dying. Beside him, sits a beautiful Demoness, her eyes full of worry.

“Dallas, hold on! I’ll get help!” He reaches out and takes her hand, blood spills from the wound in his stomach. Outside on the ground lays a demon hunter, his heart ripped from his chest, beside him lay a holy sword, blood up and down the blade.
“It’s alright Stazzy, I’m ready to die..to go back to hell....Earth is tiresome...” A single tear rolls down the demonesses face. Normally do not cry, but Stazia was diffrent, she had a human soul, turned into a creature of the shadow when she was in her late teens. She held his hand tight as she felt the life fading from his body. She didn’t want him to go, he was her friend. One of the few demons who treated her like an equal.
Deep in the bowels of hell something stirred, an ancient being long put to sleep. It felt it, a host body that could handle the kind of power it weilded, but how was its question as it slowly regained conciousness, no demonic body could handle the light from his angelic power which still remained. Unless of course...
“Goodbye...Stazia” He lay his head on the bar and closed his eyes. Slipping away into nothingness. Stazia lay her head on his shoulder and began to sob uncontrollably, clutching the much bigger man to her chest. He was still warm, he was always warm...she remembered that during winters he’d stay by her to keep her warm. Then..something strange...the ground beneth the tavern began to shake.
“It couldn’t be” she thought to herself, then the ground below Dallas’s body opened up, and sucked him in. She tried to stop it, but the power of hell was behind it. As it closed again she dropped down and slammed her fist into the floor and began to pry away floor boards in a desperate attempt to get her friend back.
Meanwhile...outside the Tavern the snow began to strangely melt..as another crack appeared in the earth. Fire spat from it, black fire, as two white wings, covered in a black tar rose from the ground. Tora, now free from his imprisonment stepped from the bowels of hell. He pulled his wings into his back and reached back into the hole, to pull out his crushed velvet hat. He set it atop his head and grinned.
“Freedom...” he took in a deep breath and walked toward the Tavern, a good drink would be a good way to celebrate, then perhaps a murder or two. As he entered he saw something that indeed caught his eye.
A Young appearing girl, perhaps Nineteen years of age, with long red flowing hair that touched the floor boards as she pounded on them. His eyes wandered over her, her curves were in all the right places, supple smooth legs, and round full breasts. My what a wonderful specimen she was, he could smell her distinct scent from where he was...a shadow demon, but something was off - the angelic part of him could feel - a soul?
“Are we looking for something” he said coyly. Walking over and leaning down next to her. One would mistake him for angel for the way he dressed. White crushed velvet fedora, white suit with golden buttons, but it was the eyes that gave him away. Those red and black eyes that would soon send chills down her spine.
She looked up to him, and had to double take. He looked strangely similar to the friend she had just lost, but the feeling was diffrent. Deep in her gut there was something she could not recognize...fear. Her instincts screamed that this creature was dangerous.
“Its none of your business...” she said quietly.
“My My, aren’t we the feisty one, tell me demon, what is your name?”
“....stazia” she spoke quietly, right now her emotions were the better of her. He smiled and offered her his hand.
“I can guess you had a friend swallowed up, but dear Stazia, if a demons body does not return to hell, he will not be reborn in the flames of the lake of fire, and you wouldn’t want him to cease existing now would you?”
“No....”
“See, its all for the best, come, let me drowned your sorrows” He smiled and took her hand, and lead her over to the bar.

Coming Soon: Chapter 3: Breaking a Demon